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“I’m wounded,” Fred gasped, placing a hand over his heart. The dramatics only lasted a few seconds though before a grin spread across his lips again. Fred loved all of his friends dearly, he appreciated all of the dynamics, but he was still surprised sometimes that Gogo genuinely liked him. He didn’t think he’d be the type of person she’d hang out with normally.
“270?” He repeated, his eyes wide. Something about the idea of her flying down the road at 275 miles per hour didn’t sit right with him. It made his stomach twist in knots. “That sounds kind of… dangerous.” Not a thought that often crossed his mind. The boy would climb on his roof with no ladder, he drove an unreliable van around town, he walked across the street half the time without thinking to look both ways. But this was… extreme. Of course it was extreme. It was Gogo. But still. “Is that even… uh, legal?”
“I’m so sure.” Gogo teased back whilst rolling her eyes. She did appreciate the jokes event though if some of them felt lackluster. She wasn’t sure if anyone else would’ve done the same to cheer her up. It warmed her cold little heart--her feelings for him dwelled beneath the surface. Complicated and foreign.
“What? What’s wrong with 270?” She asked a bit taken aback by his reaction. Mostly because she had been living in her own delusions, not taking a step back and realizing this was all much more dangerous than she was making it out to be in her head. “Dangerous maybe if you don’t have the right gear, but you know me I’m all sorted. I’ll be good.” She wasn’t sure where all this was coming from, Fred wasn’t known to be the lecture type, at least as far as she’d known him. If she wanted to be lectured she would’ve gone to Hazel instead. She felt a small pang in her chest at his words. “Legal Schmegal. What they won’t know won’t kill em’.” She paused, meeting his eyes. “Don’t you trust me?”
















